[Intro: SICKBOYRARI]
Oh my God Keyboard Kid you're so based
Sayda on the track n***a
Bust shots, lifestyle
Bustdown, and you wifed down

[Verse: SICKBOYRARI]
Bust shots, and we bust nuts
Can’t bust us, and you wifed up
I fly through, they like who he? Damn
Ayy, I fly through, n***a and I beast it
Slide down the coupe, when my gang move
Depressed shooters, but we gonn' shoot
10 bands, spend it all on Nike shoes, ayy
10 bands, spend it on my shooter boo
10 bands, 10 more, add it up, n***a that like 40 hoe
10 times 4 that's 40, y’all been talking 'bout 40's
I'm in New York like [?], balling like the Hornets
And my gang we scoring, raining ooh its pouring
Raining oh its pouring in the foreign sliding funny
Depressed Shooter

[Verse 2: FHN Mook]
Yuh, keep a big four, I don't give a fuck I'ma hit him with that .44
All my n***as got it and they gonn' blow its damn thrown
If he wanna talk I'ma hit him in his damn nose
Yeah, ayy, throw up six fours
Bitch you never know, I might keep me a damn pole
I’ma slide down, dirty [?] on clean clothes
She don’t give a fuck, she snort it clean up her damn nose
Yeah, ayy, thick goth bitch
I'ma take her to a horror movie, that’s a goth wish
I'ma give all my meat, pray for a dirty trick
Whatchu wanna do? Horror movie, that's a nasty bitch
Yuh
[Outro: FHN Mook]
Goth Money all run this shit
It's a dead set thing
Shoutouts my n***a Kray, all of Goth Money